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The cafeteria hummed with Friday energy, and I was officially spiraling. Jordan, the human equivalent of a golden retriever, was walking toward my table. My heart was doing that em...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. Below, the water shimmered with that hypnotic blue glow that ma...
The spinach in my teeth was supposed to be the problem. Instead, it became the solution. Standing at the edge of Chloe's pool party—chlorine smell heavy in the humid July air—I wa...
I was definitely not the kind of kid who wore hats. Or played sports. Or did anything that required leaving my house before noon on a Saturday. So when Leo, my oldest friend in th...
Marcus dragged himself to third base, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep before finals week will do that to you. His baseball uniform stuck to his skin, humidi...
Marcus stood at home plate, the orange sunset bleeding across the sky like a bruised peach. His cleats dug into the dirt, sweat already gathering at his hairline. First week of fre...
Maya smoothed her hair for the hundredth time, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The chlorine would definitely wreck the curls she'd spent two hours perfecting, but J...
Maya clutched her orange soda like a lifeline, the condensation dripping onto her fingers as she leaned against the patio wall. From here, she could spy on Jake without looking tot...
The humidity in Florida was no joke, but standing at the edge of Maya's infinity pool with my palms literally dripping sweat onto my denim shorts? That was all anxiety. I'd spent t...
The lunch table was a minefield of social calculus. I sat with my tray, staring at the spinach my mom had packed—literally just a plastic container of raw leaves like I was some ki...
Marcus adjusted the brim of his lucky fedora, checking his reflection in his phone. The hat had been his grandfather's, and wearing it made him feel like a person with depth, not j...
The hat was stupid. Like, objectively ridiculous — a neon orange bucket hat I'd only bought because Tyler wore one to the first padel tournament of the semester. Now I stood at the...